The man still showed no response, and Wen Meimei's heart grew more and more uneasy.
"Qiao King of Hell, haven't you always been so powerful?"
"Can you stop sleeping, please?"
That's right, she knew!
Wen Meimei bit her lip, whispering, "It's all my fault… Qiao Chengxun… I need to tell you the truth, the fact is my foot was injured, so just now I couldn't walk quickly. If it weren't for that, you would have escaped on your own a long time ago; it was me who dragged you down, I'm the one who should be saying sorry…"
The man still didn't react.
Wen Meimei's eyes grew increasingly moist, and her heart started to ache without reason.
It wasn't easy to finally have a family member, to finally have a home…
Why hadn't she cherished it properly?
"Qiao King of Hell, even if you were just using me, I know that every time you hurt me, you feel guilty.
With every conflict that made you angry, I felt bad as well.
I was just too lonely…